Bittersweet

Thoughts collided and bursted into nucleonic explosions inside of Feliciano's head. His eyes were rather dull, drifting away and looking into a world made up of nothing but thoughts of self-reduction and melancholia. His body curled in on itself, bringing him into a state of catatonic isolation that no one but Feliciano brought upon himself. Whispers of loneliness always seemed to touch him, even when his jovial façade was perfectly intact.
Feliciano could not comprehend as to why. It was an unexplainable sadness that a person felt when their esteemed pet passed away. The feeling of loss. He seemed to be missing something, something precious to him. Perhaps Feliciano was simply being too theatrical. Perhaps... Feliciano's thoughts became evanescent, his eyes slipping shut as the darkness embraced him.
Feliciano was not afraid of the dark. He invited it in, letting it come and pin him down as he attempted to drown in the ebony behind his eyelids in the most cliché way possible. A low sigh passed his chapped lips, his lightless amber eyes opening and looking up at the ceiling above him as he rolled over onto his back. His bedroom was gloomy, the only source of light being that of the moon which splayed its white rays through the cracks in his curtains and cascaded down onto his naked body. Who was he to be ashamed of himself? Feliciano Vargas was a shameless soul, uncaring of what people thought of him. But as his fingers ghosted over the scars of self-mutilation on his abdomen, he knew better than his silly fantasies.

{ Hi guys! First story here! This was actually intended to be a roleplay starter- it still is, kinda- but I wanted to share it! I deeply apologize if this bothers anyone, I don't mean to offend you }